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May 2017
The drizzle
Lightly caressed my skin
Reminisced by a
Past lover's grin
I paused
I waited
Not for the gentle,
The timid,
The shy
But the roar of the sky
Birds seeking shelter
This is my high
The clapping of thunder
The absent passerby
Gone is the moon
Welcome, Monsoon
My sins washed away
A downpour
Wishing you had stayed

© JL Smith
JL Smith
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JL Smith  Texas
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